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| Female Alms House at Blackwell's Island. |
As we approached the island, the massive gray buildings grew larger and grimmer. The largest
southward structure looked like the castles I had seen in pictorials, granite gray, with long arched windows giving it an unusually forbidding appearance. I could see that the island was decorated with manicured lawns and neat walkways. It was quiet as the ferry docked.
Looking northward, my eyes came to rest upon an odd-shaped building, several stories high, with two smaller oblong structures connected to it at right angles. Despite the strangeness of its octagonal shape, this building possessed none of the overall gloomy aspect of the southernmost building. Was this to be my new home?
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
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